I dont want to talk about it, well not yet she retorted just enjoy things as they unfold. My heart was thumping and my imagination was running wild as...I tried to come to terms with the possible can of worms we had just opened. I couldnt wait to meet up with John and tell him what sort of reaction he had caused in my normally placid wife. Breakfast was rushed as I was the keenest I had ever been to take the dog for her morning walk. Margaret noticed and said that she thought her husband was a. "I can't be in the same room as your father right now," she said without smiling.I didn't blame her. The lottery ticket had instigated an argument that had involved more yelling than what was normal for them. My mom was pissed that her husband was wasting money on lottery tickets, and then bitching at her for wasting money on clothes. Then they started talking about things which were not directly relevant but seemed nonetheless significant to them both: in-laws (my mom's father was a prick,. In some ways that made it easier to talk to them as members of the same generation, but more difficult to keep in mind that these were his bride-to-be’s parents.Jennifer introduced them, “My father, George Carpenter and my mother, Mildred. This is my fiancé, David Ransome.”“I am so pleased to meet you,” David said, “I appreciate it might have been more usual to have met my bride-to-be’s parents earlier in the courtship than this, but it has all been a bit of a whirlwind romance. For this visit. The car ride home was filled with anticipation and the first step into the house had my heart racing and my breath going shallow. We walked into my bedroom innocently, letting the door shut. Less than a second after my ass was grabbed and I was being kissed and touched in ways that were personal, loving and hungry. "Baby don't be shy, you're beautiful." His words a whisper in my ear, making me melt to lay down onto my bed, allowing him to slowly crawl on top of me only to kiss and handle me as.